My internet was down all weekend, so I didn’t get a chance to finish the California trip.
Napa is about an hour and a half drive from Sacramento. So it just made sense to stop at Safeway on the way to pick up some champagne and beer.
And when King offered to pay for my trip if I wore a pair of adult diapers, well, that just made sense, too.
Note – three cycles seems to be the limit. After that, you’ve got yourself a leaker.
We went to three wineries – Peju, Franciscan, and Rutherford.
All three were nice, but if you make it to Peju, be sure to get Richie as your sales guy. He didn’t seem to mind entertaining a bunch of drunk people – one of which was pissing himself.
I don’t know how he does it. If I’m designated driver for a night, I’m ready to find a new group of friends.
We stopped by some ritzy restaurant on the way home. I knew we were out of our element when I saw a Lamborghini in the parking lot.
What kind of Lamborghini was it?
Red.
We got out of there after Devo bought a round of Amstel Lights for $10 a pop.
“You’ve got to see the view!” was all I kept hearing.
Well, I’ve paid $10 for a beer before – at a strip club. And believe me, the view was much better.
We asked the bus driver to drop us off at Mandango’s – the local watering hole of the West Coast SOB.
I overheard our tour guide calling the bar before we got there. “Hey, we’re coming in…and we’re coming in hot.”
That was an understatement.
Red sun down, out across the western sky.